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　　Chapter 473: Blood stained father and son meeting (1)

　　The lid of Linnuo's little friend was truly breathtaking.

　　The little Gentleman and the little shota were gone, and now there was an outlandish old fogey.

　　This was not the key point!

　　The key point was that with the movement of the little fellow's head, the lid began to flutter up, turning into the air. It looked really stupid and adorable.

　　"Fifteen, where's your mother?" The Hetun asked solemnly.

　　It was as if he didn't care what kind of haircut the little guy had been given. Or perhaps, he knew like the back of his hand what Lin Xueluo's intentions were.

　　"Mommy is not feeling well, so she can't go with us."

　　The little guy's words caused the Hetun to slightly frown.

　　Because tonight, Hetun was looking forward to see how shocked and shocked Feng Xinglang would be when he appeared in front of Feng Xinglang with Little Fifteen in his arms!

　　"Your mother is fine during the day, why do you say she's uncomfortable? "Twelve, get a doctor."

　　"I don't want it anymore. Just let Mommy rest at home. I don't like to be followed by Mommy at all! "

　　The little guy naturally knew that his mother, Xueluo, was pretending to be sick.

　　Because Xueluo really did not want to attend the banquet. But Xueluo knew that he could not stop Hetun, so he could only let him bring his son Linnuo along.

　　Hetun did not insist. After all, Little Fifteen was the star of the show tonight. Lin Xueluo was just a foil.

　　It would be good if Lin Xueluo didn't go, because he could control the little guy's actions and words more easily.

　　They had already walked out of the villa's entrance, but the little fellow had stopped moving. Thinking of something, he turned around and ran into the villa.

　　When he came out again, he held a well-crafted crossbow in his hand. This was custom-made for foster son by the Hetun himself. Although it was small and light, its lethality did not decrease.

　　The reason why the little guy went back to get the crossbow was because the little guy heard from Xing Lao Bow that he would meet his biological father, Feng Xinglang, at tonight's banquet. How could he miss this perfect opportunity?

　　Seeing the crossbow in the little fellow's hand, Hetun smiled in understanding: "Looks like this father and son meeting tonight won't be too boring!"

　　Three anti-riot vehicle s slowly drove out from the Shallow Water Bay.

　　The little guy was sitting on Hetun's thigh, silently staring at the crossbow in his hand.